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AWFUL DEWY.
Old Roger stood looking from the window out upon
the solitary tiger lily, — the only one that could be
coaxed to grow for the summer, in the meagre atmosphere
of the boarding-house yard. The sickly lily held
its head up stoutly beneath the refreshing dew that had
fallen upon it during the night, and the shed-top, and
the ashes-barrel in the yard, and the few blades of grass
that sturdily struggled against difficulty and managed to
grow in spite of circumstances, were all wet. Old Roger
turned around, and all knew by his looks that something
was coming, and were prepared for it.
“Why,” said he, in a cheerful tone, “was this last
night that has just passed like a certain very eminent
clergyman?”
All guessed it at once except the deaf milliner, who
had n't heard a word of it; but they did n't say so, and
gave it up.
“It is because it was awful dewy!”
What a laugh greeted the answer! in the midst of
which the jolly old brick put on his hat, and went off,
like a rocket, in a blaze of glory.
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